body of lies

Inside
of the structure
Of our ruling body lies
A cancerous body of lies.
It hides
Behind false truths and manufactured facts
Shy of prying eyes. We  timidly try
And deny
That the cancer is so alive.
And when proof of foes
shows through
The screen of smoke and holds true
We ignorantly act so surprised.
We know the systems flawed
But we rationalize and shield our eyes.
Believing that by avoiding the problem
We're defeating the heathens
structuring our Nations demise. Its a surprise if anyone knows the truth
And if they do I doubt their telling you.
Who
Are
You?
But a tool...
ruled by the men in the suits. Their vehement denial
of their malevolent pursuits
Is just as good as proof.
And you...
Happily sit out of the loop
Saying " they tell me not to worry on the news"
"You know they're there to report the truth" Okay...
You may..
Think what I say is uncouth.
You may think that I'm a loon on the loose
Trying to rock the boat on which you cruise.
Attempting to incite discontent
and rise up in a coup.
You may think I'm a conspiratorial heretic
Made to bray and break rules.
Preaching words
That don't need speaking.
Reaching verdicts that
Corrupted people of mass power are conceiving
Plans selfishly seeking
To attain gains for their individually selfish reasons.
Leadersgiving into corruption,
I,meand myis their subject of discussion
Money and poweris the object for which they are lusting
And your liberty?
That is their main obstruction. In your mind you still try to deny
These words and ideas I provide.
You can't believe we've been deceived
By those we put our trust in.
Then a light comes to your eyes
As you sift through their lies
And you gasp in surprise.
Now your indifference
is the bane of your compunction. You've been tagged and controlled
By those cold powerful souls
And nowhere is safe.
You still owe loans
on your mortgaged homebase.
Your heat and electricity?
Given by their good grace.
Your security?
In their hands.
Willfully placed.
To them... your just a number.
And numbers have no face.
Just another pawn
To be carelessly picked up and placed Where ever they please.
They preach equality
While acting hierarchically.
They believe the people
Which they lead,
Like a flock of dependent sheep,
Are theirs to manipulate however they please. Believe you me,
Nothing is free.
With sweat,
blood
and tears
Our fathers bought their liberty As for me? I'm concerned.
Our past generations?
their compliance is confirmed.
So it my lost generation's turn
To discern
fact from fiction.
To return
our countries listing
Body to a learned and informed position. Beware..
The corrupted will lie to your face
And say piouslythat they believe in equal rights
But truthfully this was never the case.
Their discrimination is deeper
Than sex, creed and race.
Those are just nurtured distractions
Strategically placed
To encourage self righteous distaste
To urge anger and instigate
a surge of unrighteous hate.
This makes
Your unrighteous hatred
an obscene smokescreen
Used to hide malevolent goals
With thoughts wrought in disgrace. Every child, woman and man;
Every proud American,
Is the same.
If they stand
On foreign soils
In hostile lands.
we are collectively stamped
With a star spangled brand.
constitutionally indoctrinated
Upholding democracy's commands. Yet here I am,
Here we stand,
Supporters of hypocrisy
Unquestioningly following
Our leaders demands. In the land where belief and speech
Are suppose to be free.
Where thoughts wrought
outside of the box
Are openly received
Where the strong fight what is wrong
And protect those who are weak. 

You
are to whom I speak.
You are who I urge to think.
Stop staring and blink.
Shape up and compose
Yourselves to go
Against those cold
Corrupted souls
Abusin' control
Before they reach their pious peak
And they shove liberty off the brink
Out of our grasping reach.
Then when freedom falls
What poor complacent souls will
,With no control,
sink...
into the depths
Of an abysmal abyss so deep
That within it hope is not a thought
You'd even consider to think
And discussion of freedom is a joke
Told with a wink.

 

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